As if in a dream, he found himself, somehow, seated in the driver’s seat; as if in a dream, he pulled the lever and swung the car round the yard and out through the archway; and, as in if in a dream, all sense of right and wrong, all fear of obvious consequences, seemed temporarily suspended. He increased his pace, and as the car devoured the street and leapt forth on the high road through the open country, he was only conscious that he was Toad once more, Toad at his best and highest, Toad the terror, the traffic queller, the Lord of the lone trail, before whom all must give way or be smitten into nothingness and everlasting night.
Kenneth Grahame’s repetition of the phrase “As if in a dream” has a poetic quality to it. Later it’s enhanced with the phrase Toad the terror, the traffic queller.
Poetry slipping into the prose is brilliant.
Grahame, Kenneth. The Wind in the Willows. United Kingdom, Welbeck Editions, 2021. p111